London City.
Helen did not disdain the coat from Black Goat.
This specially tailored cashmere coat precisely covered every part of her body according to her figure, suppressing her "outer self."
Her "outer self" stemmed from her nature. Actively restraining it would consume her energy, and in the Dreamlands, she constantly remained in a completely uninhibited state.
Even though the coat covered her body,
the Dark Dwellers on the same street could not help looking her way. Even if they could not make out her face, they still wanted to approach and strike up a conversation with her, influenced by a natural domain.
Helen's expression, however, did not look very pleasant.
"I didn't expect to encounter an aberration that 'rejected' me the moment I arrived... It has put me in a terrible mood. I must vent the negative emotions bottled up inside me, or I might accidentally violate the rules here.
If someone commits suicide of their own accord, that should have nothing to do with me, right?
Or perhaps I could go to the fallen district of London City and indulge myself properly."
Just as Helen was preparing to find a "venue" and have some fun,
a chill suddenly swept in from behind her, forcing her to tighten the cashmere coat around herself. The bones throughout her body creaked.
Cold, pale flames ignited in the alley beside her.
White shirt, black trousers.
A flame-haired young man slowly emerged, one hand in his pocket and the other toying with a flint.
"Helen, it has been a long time... Are you interested in coming with me?
I can provide the vessel you need."
"Isn't this Aslan? No wonder it's so cold."
Though Helen's words sounded warm and teasing, her instincts forced her to take a step back.
At the same time,